[Adora's eyes flick to the side, and one hand presses down on a bumper, catching the ball and holding it just above the precipice of falling to it's doom. A hint of strain flits just behind her eyes. Honestly, it would be incredibly easy for her to just stop trying, with Catra. Probably easier than even even getting through even a little...and it would certainly get her scratched a lot less. People here were nice, and Blue Beetle had been right. She had a shot at a normal life. She could reinvent herself, find friends, enjoy her time here.

But that's just a small part of her. The larger part rankles at the notion of abandoning Catra and just going on about her life. It was too easy, too simple. And it would, most of all, hurt Catra. She knew that these vociferous denials were a cover for some deep emotional wound. Catra had become an asshole, but she was a lonely asshole, and come hell or high water Adora knew she was going to make sure she never felt well and truly alone to the best of her ability.]

I'm not going to stop talking. You can acknowledge my presence, or not. That's your choice, and I can't force that.